On this cold winter’s day I find myself thinking
About the harshness and beauty of snow
I wonder what else in this wide world
Can draw you in
But the deceive you
The answer was simple:
Women
Like snow you watch it
Gracefully move and sit so lovely
You long to touch it
Feel it’s presence in you’re hands
Lay with it
Fall into it
But as soon as you actually try it
The bitterness of it’s cold
Can literally sting you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem